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I used to laugh at Laura. (I still do, but... anyway. That's different.) She started dating her now-husband during the summer, just before our junior year of college. Which meant she had some explaining to do to all her gazillions of friends and acquaintances. Because people don't automatically assume that careful, non-flirty Laura has a boyfriend. But she was so weird about it! She refused to utter the words "my boyfriend," and insisted on saying only "David," like everybody knew who that was. She said calling him her boyfriend made her feel like she was 12 and should giggle with her hand over her mouth, and then run away and start chasing him on the playground or something. I told her she was silly. I mean, seriously, who in the world cares? It's just a word, a sound that conveys a meaning. Why should it feel weird to say it? But now I am in her position, and now I understand. It is hard to get my mind around this new reality, and I have to kind of keep repeating things to myself so that they will begin to make more sense. I like it, though. :)
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